On Tuesday, after leaving Simon in the hospital, I travelled homeward via the M62 and M18 motorways. Feeling thirsty and hungry, I decided to break the journey with a detour into a town called Goole.
It sits by The River Ouse and is an inland port for moderately sized shipping. The flat surrounding landscape ensures that Goole can be seen long before you reach it. The town's most prominent landmarks are two water towers that sit side by side. The brick tower on the left was erected in 1885 and the larger tower on the right was constructed in 1927. Locally, they are known affectionately as "the salt and pepper pots".
I parked Clint near the town's most significant church - St John's and then wandered into the forlorn pedestrianised high street. I found a cafe that was open - "Razzers" - just off that high street and there I ordered a mug of tea with a very late lunch - sausages, chips (American: fries), a fried egg and some baked beans.
I noticed several mobility scooter riders and cigarette smokers passing by. From my experience, such sights are indicators of poverty. Goole has certainly seen better days. Below, you can see the clock tower roundabout and Goole Market Hall. The town council has made some effort to beautify the place with flowers.
My older brother Robin was born in Goole in 1951 and it's where Tasker Dunham. author of "A Yorkshire Memoir", went to school many years ago - just before Noah built The Ark.
The latest on Simon is that he has had a feeding tube fitted via his nose and earlier today he panicked when an attempt was made to insert a second endoscopic tube. Maybe they'll try again tomorrow but they are pushing the instrument down an inflamed gullet swollen with cancer at the point where it enters the stomach. No wonder he panicked. It was awful the first time.
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